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The bubble jerked to a halt in a small room lit by two lamps on wooden tables on either side of a door that led into a hallway. Through the shimmering curtain of folded space-time, Jack saw two black lumps standing in that corridor. Men, he assumed. And dressed in full tactical gear. Matter couldn't pass in or out of a SlipGate bubble once it had formed – Jack was essentially in his own mini-universe, at the moment – but he had at most ten seconds before everything went to hell.
Jack closed his eyes, letting his head hang. Just my luck, he thought, covering his face with one hand. I have to give you this much, Pennfield. When it comes to evil plans, you go above and beyond.
The bubble popped.
He immediately threw up another, forged of a Bending that he made with Summer's assistance.
